If it wasn't the Beer, then it's Love?
How long had it been since they'd seen each other? One minute they were bathed in Moonlight and to him, she was glowing like a goddess, he was kissing her, he remembered she tasted like sweet cherries, and then… all hell broke loose. She was gone, and he was left terrified and knowing that no matter how everything played out, he was not the hero in this story. Regardless he fought, he kept going and he didn't give up. It was all for her, and everything he did from that day on, until the day of her last breath, he would do for her… always.
Time really had gone by fast and slow, after the battle in hueco mundo and Ichigo losing his shinigami powers, they all went back to the real world and he was stuck in Soul Society as the busy, dutiful, honorable lieutenant helping get things back in order. Things were finally restored back to some sense of normalcy and he had fallen back into routine, but during the entire time he never once forgot about her, never once, forgot her scent, her taste, the way she looked that night, or how her voice sounded like wind chimes.
He smiled at that moment, lost in his thoughts, when his other senses realized that it way to quiet and way to dark for the hallway he swore he was just in at Soul Society. Blinking a few times and looking around it occurred to him that without even realizing it he had gone back to real the world, he had gone back to karakura town, and he was in the bedroom of none other, than Inoue Orihime.
Immediately turning as dark red as his hair he backed knocking into a desk and causing most of its contents to nearly fall over if it wasn't for his impressively fast reflexes, causing his back to be turned away from the rest of the room.
"Renji"
He froze his hands still on the table light, his breath suddenly caught in his throat. Slowly, very slowly, and feeling as if it was taking him lifetimes, he turned around, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. And there she was…
Once again bathed in moonlight coming from the bedroom window, surround in the soft white sheets of her bed, and oversized T-shirt she was wearing…
His eyebrows furrowed together and he took a step closer to her as he realized that she was sleeping. Slowly he stepped closer to her and bed and sat down next to her. He understood then that Orihime was dreaming, and not only that she was dreaming about him!
His heart began to beat so hard and so fast he thought he would burst! What was this feeling?! He pondered. He was tingly and warm, he felt light, and happy. It was the same way he felt that night, the last night he'd seen her. As he sat there wondering, he decided to reach out with his tingling fingertips and touched her face. Orihime leaned into his touch and smiled, repeating his name again.
Without giving it another thought, he completely crawled into the bed next and wrapped her perfect figure into his big, strong, warm arms, and there he fell asleep for the night.
The morning sunlight shined brightly onto the eyelids of one Inoue Orihime and as she took a deep breath of a wonderful scent she only remembered in her memories. Smiling brightly her eyes fluttered open as she yawned and stretched, feeling more relaxed and rested than she had in a long time. It was the first night she didn't have any nightmares in months, which was weird because she remembered falling into another nightmare when she remembered how the dream had changed almost instantly to him. It was like his presence just appeared out of nowhere.
But then… she turned over suddenly, reaching out for him, he was there, she knew it, he came back for her. But her hands fell into emptiness causing her to almost fall out of bed. And it was then that she actually thought she would cry, because it felt like it might be breaking at that moment. Was it all just a dream? Was that all it was ever going to be... a dream?
She sunk into the sheets, on the verge of tears, when her nose recognized a specific scent. And was it just her imagination again or did this side of the bed still feel a little warm?
A smile returned to her lips and she got out of bed, and headed for the shower. She would make it through to another day.
He smiled from inside her closet thankful that he woke up seconds before she did, and was able to hide himself and his reiatsu from her. It wasn't the right time to announce his presence. What would she think of him if she woke up after months of not seeing him, and he was in her bed? Certainly that wouldn't go over well. After all, it wasn't like they were a couple or anything… a smile spread across his lips. He knew he would be back…
Back… Oh crap! He thought, he had to get back to Soul Society! Byakuya was going to kill him!
To Be Continued…
A/N: I don't own anything! I just make up stories on the spot based from the amazing characters of Bleach.